Bread: Deep Nourishment for Troubled Times

I was a kid in the 70s when inflation was crazy and nobody could afford to eat beef.  My parents were struggling to raise my sister and I while putting my father through grad school.  I believe the household balance sheet in 1975 read something like this:

Inner Sunshine

It has been a long month of working long nights, getting colds, getting better only to relapse, and seeing very little of the sun.

Today I worked all the way through Yogananda's energy exercises, about a fifteen minute routine of breathing, muscle isolating movements, and visualization.  I could feel layers of winter crud sloughing off, and a bright warm fire building up in my core.

By the end I found a depth in my breath I had been sorely missing.

Sometimes it's best to make your own sunshine.